I gaze upon you, and what is it I see?
An expression? A soul? No, it is only a body.
I listen to your word, I know your mind to be strong
But reflective, slow persuasion
Prove my thoughts and feelings wrong.
You're beautiful to me
Except you're nothing but a face
For what I see as beauty was not my decision to make
And your features only satisfy this part of me I hate.
I beg of myself to let not the purpose
Of all your actions and words
Be so elusive to my mind
This manipulation, this curse,
My judgement without reason
And these feelings even worse.
Oh, poor naive heart
It simply knows no better
He dreams to breathe in blowing winds
And dance with them as feathers
But the mind; it hungers for more
What it wants, it will take
As these chemicals destroy what I leave unrestrained.
So however again
In knowing what I've done
Could I ever pretend to find
The love for once I longed?
Infatuation I say
Hot blood may run so brief
But furthermore there is much of you that I still cannot see
Blinded by myself
I pull sheets across my eyes
Sewn with explicit directions
Of how to compliment your eyes
But for the love of the Lord
Will I ever see you for you?
Or will I see only that
Which the mind tells me to do?
May I speak to you the words
That deep within I feel?
Or hide myself, deluded
That our destiny is real?